Dec 21
A quiet day yesterday and one where on the whole, I didn't feel too bad. Nothing terribly wrong with me for once. The usual suspects - of course - but all of them were by and large within copeable levels. At one point I even decided that I had a little too much wellbeing and thus needed to tackle some chores. Do what you can, when you can malarkey. Because when you can't, things go to shit. So. Make hay while the sun shines and all that.
I put on a wash and did some hoovering. And collapsed into a fit of sneezes and streamy eyes. Eh. I think it was possibly shaking out one of Athena blankets. Full of hair.
Finally managed to get a decent length of sleep in, albeit, the schedule is still out of whack. Apart from a bit of a cracking headache ( of course ) and weakness today, I think I am in better shape for Xmas.
Got round to talking to Hazel yesterday about her plans, something I've been avoiding a bit - I just don't want to dig out hassle for myself. As my friend put it. You don't want to go looking for trouble.
So as it turns out she has no clue what her plans are. Which I find mind boggling. I am not entirely sure what's going on with her at the moment - mentally speaking. She seems, on the quiet, in a bit of a state. She didn't know where she was going to be dropped off by her friend on Christmas eve. Nor the time.
Useful.
When you know, let me know I said.
Do you know what would be a good place she said.
?
I mean, it's not me driving the car. Her friend is driving from Bristol to Dover, a journey that ordinarily doesn't get to go through Essex. Ideally, Hazel needs to be somewhere like Colchester or north of there. Realistically her friend going to Dover is in the opposite direction.
I had a check of the probable routes - M4, M25. He could maybe drop you off at Seven Oaks, then you train into London, out of London, get to Colchester. If he was being nice he could drop you off somewhere North of the river instead, train links would be better. But. Really does depend on what he does.
She had no clue. Would talk to him about it.
Mmm k.
Whilst I was there making potential trouble for myself -
And how are you getting to the airport ?
She didn't know.
Sigh.
Christmas week, due to fly out early hours of the 28th December, and you have no clue how you are getting to the airport.
Is it me ? Am I being an idiot ? In thinking having no clue how to get to an international flight a week before its due to go out on the busiest period of the year is bad ?
I guess, she said, I could just go from your brothers and "snooze at the airport for a day".
I dunno.
I think she's lost the plot a bit.
Stay at a hotel of some sort.
Too expensive ! She could ride all the way from Norwich by taxi and it would be cheaper.
I looked up the prices. £40.
Where ?! she asked. Like. A whole bunch of them. Clearly she hadn't checked before stating a "fact".
Eh.
Brrrrrrr.
She seems to be a bit of a disaster at the moment. No idea what she's going to be like if and when she gets to the US. At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised with any outcome whatsoever, including just going awol in the US. Being critical about it, I do worry that she's just exploiting the poor guy out there. Ho hum. Not my fight.
Anywho, we will see. Can't say I am looking forward to spending time with her and looking after her over Xmas. My sense of foreboding grows by the day. My gut instinct is telling me to give her lots of space, don't get involved, let her settle her head and yada blah. I have a serious nagging suspicion I should not have agreed to her odd request to stay at my brothers with me. Sigh. It's only 3 days.
You live and learn.
And I have to learn how to say No a bit more in future.
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